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[color=ff681f][b]Time:[/b][/color] Morning
[color=ff681f][b]Location:[/b][/color] Camp of the misfits
[color=ff681f][b]Interaction:[/b][/color] [@princess] Mari, [@Apex Sunburn] Scathael, FIVE [@shiningsector][hr]

In the time that had passed since acquiring Scathael and his services, events played out in a way Thraash was unfortunately somewhat familiar with. It had appeared that their kingdom quit being afraid of rearing its ugly side of its face. However, the dragonborn found the attack on the nearby village far more heavy-handed than usual from what Mari and Scathael decribed. The thought of knowing the objective was to leave no survivors disgusted him and reminded Thraash why he didn’t mind making the kingdom suffer. Normally, he would complain about his partnership with Mari quickly growing to him being part of a group, but he refrained, considering Scathael and his plus-one lost their home.

Besides mulling over the village, Thraash took the day to forage for some more berries and play what he claimed to be the idle background music for the camp. When he wasn’t doing either of those activities, he’d silently watch Scathael work on Five while eating any leftovers he could grab from something Aerilyn fixed up earlier. 

During this very morning, the dragonborn felt a tingling in his scales. It was about time he engaged in some action though he wasn’t sure that would entail. There was the bounty the group had originally planned to complete but there was also the desire to make moves against the kingdom. Decisions, decisions… he considered his available actions while occasionally looking toward breakfast. Mari and Scathael managed to pull his attention if only for a moment.

[color=ff681f]“Scathael, you got yourself a big fuckin' problem. Mari... is only quiet when she’s doing [b][i]anything[/i][/b] but talking. We’re just gonna have two pissed elves and breakfast that couldn’t be cooked any sooner... P.S. Hurry it up, Ears.”[/color] He shrugged with his back against a large sturdy tree. 

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